B.

"What is it, baby? Something you need?" you murmured. Your gaze remained glued to the TV, but your hands anchored me in place, holding my hips with bruising force. "You want something? Work for it."

Still refusing to look at me, you dropped one hand lower, squeezing my bare ass hard enough to elicit a gasp. The sudden heat of it broke my restraint, leaving me humping against you in a desperate, unbroken rhythm.

Your grip tightened further, pinning me securely against the heavy muscle of your leg as the friction began to take over. Lean, calloused fingers dug in, guiding my pace just enough to keep me perfectly on target. "That's it" you rasped, a dark edge finally cutting through your casual tone as you leaned down slightly, your breath hot against my ear. "Be a good girl and cum on my leg."